I think I made mom a little mad tonight. She was cooking dinner and had grabbed my box of pasta instead of any other kind of pasta we have in the house. Ordinarily I wouldn't care if she used what I had bought, but this was the name brand, very expensive pasta. I wasn't sharing. Plus, I had a box of spaghetti in the cabinet she could use and told her about it. But I think she got all mad over the fact that I pointed out she was stealing my food. You'd think I had complained about the salad all over the kitchen today too, but I didn't. Even though a piece of it stuck to my foot, and I carried it all the way into the bathroom before it fell off. Yuck! I absolutely cannot stand anything stuck to my feet. It drives me nuts.